Once the palace had quietened for night, Ievos stealthily made his way to the dungeons, he had armed himself with his ceremonial dagger, not completely trusting his dragon abilities as he was unsure how to use them and did not want to risk making himself ill before they escaped. He entered the dungeons, and one guard questioned his visiting in the darkest hours of night.
“Trouble sleeping, my lord?” one asked.
“Yes, this is the last chance I will get to see my brother alive; it was weighing on my mind. I know he tried to kill me but he is still my little brother,” he began and then suddenly drew his blade, he thrust it first into the talkative guards neck and then before the other could react, Ievos slashed the dagger across his throat. Both guards fell to the ground having no time to ca
